Witchy Fiction Quotes

She was not the still quiet type. Aphrodites never are. ~ Lenora Henson

That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones? ~ Jodi Picoult

Suddenly blinded by dazzling light filling the room, they hear a series of clicks echoing around them. As the purple gloom returns and with it their sight, little red dots dance across their chests. ~ Trevor Alan Foris

When I was 14, I thought, 'How wonderful to be a science fiction writer. I'd like to do that.' I have never lost touch with that ambitious 14-year-old, and I can't help chuckling and thinking, 'You did it, and you did it right.' ~ Robert Silverberg

A sixteenth-century poet, especially one who knew that he ought to be a curious and universal scholar, would possess some notions, perhaps not strictly philosophical, about the origin of the world and its end, the eduction of forms from matter, and the relation of such forms to the higher forms which are the model of the world and have their being in the mind of God. He might well be a poet to brood on those great complementary opposites: the earthly and heavenly cities, unity and multiplicity, light and dark, equity and justice, continuity--as triumphantly exhibited in his own Empress--and ends--as sadly exhibited in his own Empress. Like St. Augustine he will see mutability as the condition of all created things, which are immersed in time. Time, he knows, will have a stop--perhaps, on some of the evidence, quite soon. Yet there is other evidence to suggest that this is not so. It will seem to him, at any rate, that his poem should in part rest on some poetic generalization-some fiction--which reconciles these opposites, and helps to make sense of the discords, ethical, political, legal, and so forth, which, in its completeness, it had to contain.

This may stand as a rough account of Spenser's mood when he worked out the sections of his poem which treat of the Garden of Adonis and the trial of Mutability, the first dealing with the sempiternity of earthly forms, and the second with the dilation of being in these forms under the shadow of a final end. Perhaps the ~ Frank Kermode

All this has been happening around them all the days of their lives though they couldn't see it, then one day, Prayer removes the veil and everything changes. Think of it this way: Picture a man whistling a tune, when out of nowhere, first a harmony joins, then another, and then suddenly he is taken up into a whirlwind of music, countless instruments playing soaring complexities that the man's whistling is, indeed, a part of, but now he begins to see how small a part; the longer he listens, he realizes that his is not the melody and where he had thought he was whistling alone, the truth had always been the music playing, though never before that moment heard, and now what had been noise becomes symphony. ~ Geoffrey Wood

The American obsession with 'Downton' amuses me slightly because it's such a fiction. I've always been questioned about my historical veracity, and 'Downton' just flies past, when it's completely made up. ~ Michael Hirst

Once you realise you love someone is when it is all over ~ Michaela Haze

To be in a war, you must learn the rules of survival… to win a war, you must break every fucking one of those rules. ~ A.J. Vega

The Great Socialist himself is said to have embezzled one billion rupees from the Darkness, and transferred that money into a bank account in a small, beautiful country in Europe full of white people and black money. ~ Aravind Adiga

He has had her today but he has not had her. No man ever shall. ~ Orna Ross

I wasn't in the mood for a fight, but fights weren't always conveniently scheduled. (Jessica) ~ Shannon A. Thompson

Good horror offers a sense of an upended, lawless world and that's appealing to anyone who grew up feeling like an outsider. ~ Christopher Rice

I'm a big man, sugar. When I come down on a woman, I want soft, not a bundle of sticks that I might break." - Logan ~ Cherise Sinclair

Charlee has my arm. She has my arm - my arm that's rigid from pleasure, from her touch - in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she's right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh. ~ Rebecca Berto

If we choose to hold onto the past and cling to hurt, anger, or whatever, He can't set us free of it. He won't take those things by force. ~ Dawn M. Turner

Although when there were too many people around- which there certainly were today- it was hard even to remember to say thank you: all those people were like drowning. ~ Robin McKinley

I catch movement from the corner of my eye. A tell slender boy stands near us, just a few feet away. Adrenaline bangs through my system. I shove Abel behind me and whip my knife from where I'd hidden it in my boot. Who the hell are you? ~ Georgia Clark

Everything is about to go seriously tits up. - Clipper ~ Jamie Scallion

The greatest enemy is one that has nothing to lose. ~ Christopher Paolini

We think we know the ones we love, and though we should not be surprised to find that we don't, it is heartbreak nonetheless. It is the hardest kind of knowledge, not just about another but about ourselves. To see our lives as a fiction we have written and believed. Silence and lies. The sensation I felt that evening
that I did not know my Holland, did not know myself, that it was perhaps impossible to know a single soul on earth
it was a fearful loneliness. ~ Andrew Sean Greer

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude. ~ Joyce Carol Oates

We do not claim that the portrait we are making is the whole truth, only that it is a resemblance. ~ Victor Hugo

The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. ~ Ray Bradbury

When I tried to get 'Stargate' made, I took it to every studio in Hollywood and every studio said, 'Sci-fi is dead. It's a dead genre. No one wants to see science fiction anymore.' And I had to go and raise the money independently to make that movie. ~ Dean Devlin

I am consumed, or I have been consumed, with these issues of motherhood and the way we act out societal expectations and roles. So both my nonfiction and my fiction have been pretty much exclusively about that. ~ Ayelet Waldman

The stars twinkled high above and reflected onto the cold window. I blew on the frosty glass and watched my breath fog up. I traced my initials across the cold glass, the condensation trickling down the pane. ~ Erica Sehyun Song

MISSION ONE ACCOMPLISHED. The next challenge was bringing in online gamers to join him on his crusade. How was he going to convince online gamers to leave the privacy of their virtual world to work with others in the real world?
Harry Doubt ~ Anne-Rae Vasquez

My fiction has been influenced by the visual arts, though not in obvious ways, it seems to me. I don't offer tremendous amounts of visual information in my work. ~ Jonathan Lethem

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?
Hell no. ~ Rick Yancey

Truth is stranger than fiction because lies are much more convincing but the truth always comes out no matter how long it takes. ~ Sanjo Jendayi

Sometimes, I think about it – us, together – and everything gets so tight and hot and wound up inside me that I can't breathe anymore. ~ Amanda Bouchet

To talk nonsense in one's own way is almost better than to talk a truth that's someone else's ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky

But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole. ~ Hafsah Faizal

There's a lot of "fiddle-faddle" wrapped up in that word "inspiration." It is the last resort of the lazy writer, of the man who would rather sit and dream than be up and doing. If the majority of writers who depend upon fiction for a livelihood were to wait for the spirit of inspiration to move them, the sheriff would happen along and tack a notice on the front door--while the writers were still waiting. ~ John Milton Edwards

You two have no idea, do you? What living in the real world is like? ~ Trevor Alan Foris

And once their imaginations are liberated, they begin glimpse the grand interconnectedness of all things. Eternity begins to peek out from behind the everyday things and they see the trappings of any earthly moment as the stage and props for Heaven to reveal itself. There is now nothing ordinary. Everything is being used and spun out for His vast scheme and in His eternal economy, nothing is wasted. Suddenly, all the myriad moments and minutiae of a lifetime show their orchestration - there was nothing that did not lead to this! They look over all their time to find that His redemption has always been rushing, swooping, swerving through their experience, racing to and fro to intervene and infuse Grace. ~ Geoffrey Wood